Comrades in arms,

My name is Sophia Rulgakov, and I intend to run for Council. The cruel winds and bitter winters of my native Rashemen have left me capable and strong, and my battles against the crimson-clad slavers of Thay have endowed me with cunning and tenacity.

I will not mince words. Your Watch shall be strengthened and justice meted out. You will have a friend on the Council in me.

Seek me at the Stand if you wish to converse with me.

- S. RULGAKOV

Just as a fierce and sudden squall will sweep over the calm seas, Albrects ruggedly handsome face darkens in anger and disbelief when he discovers a two day old letter misplaced in the file room. He storms out, letter in hand, to wake up his two secretaries, Danger and Smith, so that they may better learn the concept of courtesy and respect for ones fellows.

Watchmen,

I have not heard back from you, and have only spoken to Rodon Brinson by seeking him out personally on the streets.

I shall come to you now.

- Sophia Rulgakov